genius divination

Chapter 853 The Last Zen
The silent decisive battle at Shaoshishan Tallinn had reached its most intense stage. King Marshall's knuckles made a series of explosive noises, and each time he sounded, his magic power increased by one point.The thick and long magic power surged like an endless river, constantly hitting the golden shield on Fan Jiannan's side.

However, Fan Jiannan used the six-character Daming Mantra to take advantage of the momentum, and the magic power condensed in the ancient Shaolin temple was accumulated by Zen masters of all ages, and its strength is not inferior to that of King Marshall.Not only is the vajra top shield in front of him more concise, but it even has the tendency to counterattack faintly.The two couldn't stand each other at all.

King Marshall felt a little regretful in his heart. He knew that Fan Jiannan was the hexagram master of the Fan family, and he must be a master of armor-defunct formations, but he didn't expect that he would even know the handprint palm formula of Tibetan Vajra Peak, which seems to be a very advanced one.In this Buddhist pure land of Shaolin Temple, his Vajra Top Palm Jue is really like a fish in water.No wonder he dared to take the initiative to meet with himself without fear.

"Fan Jiannan, what is your ability to hide in a tortoise shell like this?" King Marshall shouted, "Can't you just stand up like a man with the protection of a thousand-year-old temple?"

Fan Jiannan laughed loudly and said, "I've always been in front of you, why don't you dare to stand up? You seem to be helpless. I admit that your magic power is profound, and that your combination of Chinese and Western skills is worthy of praise." One trick, but I’m afraid it’s not enough for you to break through my vajra top defense. I’m not in a hurry, I’ll spend my time with you. As long as your strength is beyond your reach, it’s time for me to fight back.”

King Marshall became a little anxious, and Fan Jiannan's words just expressed what he was most worried about.Such a stalemate is actually quite unfavorable to him. King Marshall originally wanted to strengthen the oppression of magic power again, but that would only speed up the consumption of his magic power.What if Fan Jiannan just said this on purpose to deceive himself?If he strengthened his magic power this time, and still couldn't break through the damn Vajra Peak Dharma, he would undoubtedly increase his consumption again.

But Fan Jiannan is different, he relies on the Shaoshi Mountain and the Shaolin Buddhist Temple, and borrows the power movement technique of this thousand-year-old temple for his own use.Although he is currently at a disadvantage, if it continues for a long time, the consumption will be far less than that of King Marshall, who has exhausted his life's strength, and he will still be invincible by then.

King Marshall's eyes began to hesitate. He had contact with Fan Jiannan before, and he also knew that this guy was very difficult to deal with.But it never occurred to him that he still understands the way of Buddhism. If it continues like this, King Marshall feels that he can't afford it.

Just when he was feeling a little uneasy, King Marshall suddenly shook, as if someone had slammed something with a sledgehammer in his ear, and a strange rhythm made his breath stagnate slightly.The magic power he radiated seemed to be torn to pieces by the sound in an instant.

"The bell!" King Marshall suddenly took a step back, turning his head to look at the Shaolin Temple in the distance.

Fan Jiannan was also having a hard time, his Vajra Peak Dharma was overbearing enough, it would be as if the sound of a bell in the distance just now hit his heart one by one.It made him so angry that he almost couldn't stand still.

What bell is this?How could the distant bells of Shaolin Temple have such power.It actually destroyed his and King Marshall's offensive at the same time, and the Vajra Peak Bodyguard, which is known as invincible and invincible, couldn't resist the distant bell.

Could it be that there are masters of magic hidden in this thousand-year-old temple?impossible!Although this temple is very famous, it is not famous for its profound Buddhism, but for its martial arts.With a thought in his mind, Fan Jiannan immediately took Feng Yuan back a few steps.

King Marshall also turned around, and shouted in a deep voice, "Which Zen master is it?"

The old monk in gray clothes walked over slowly and said, "Where is the master of Zen in Shaolin Temple? I'm just an ordinary monk. It's just two lay monks who have very strong skills. Especially this one, who is so young He also knows the authentic Vajra Peak of Buddhism. As far as I know, this is the heart transmission of Tantric Buddhism, and it must be obtained by those who have a great chance."

King Marshall smiled slightly and said, "Old monk, it's not your business here. You should go back to eat fast and pray to Buddha, and knock your wooden fish. You are a monk, why do you have to come to this muddy water?" He reached out and took out a banknote and handed it To the old monk, "But if we meet, we will be destined. This is my little incense money."

In fact, where is he a good man and a believer who pilgrimage?He just wanted to try the old monk's weight.By the time he handed over the banknote, King Marshall's femininity magic power had poured into his fingertips, and the banknote became as cold as ice.

The old monk didn't go to pick it up, but just waved lightly, and the banknote was suspended in the air, as if some invisible force had forcibly fixed the banknote in the air.

King Marshall's face changed, and he sneered, "It seems that he is really a Zen master. However, this ability is not enough to stop me!"

The old monk sighed and said, "Shaolin Temple is no longer the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. What kind of Zen masters are there? If I were really a master of Zen Buddhism, how could I allow the two of you to be so presumptuous in this ancestral home of Zen Buddhism?"

Fan Jiannan frowned and said, "Who are you? What happened to the bell just now?"

"Inheritance of this sect, China started with Sakyamuni holding flowers at the Lingshan meeting and Kasyapa smiling. Although there is no historical basis for this theory, it is to emphasize the Zen since the Sixth Patriarch. ', so I especially emphasize the theory of the inheritance of Kasyapa. Bodhidharma arrived in Jianye from southern Tianzhu in the ordinary year of Emperor Wudi of Liang Dynasty, and passed on this sect to our country, so he is also the first ancestor of Zen in our country. Unfortunately, the world only knows Shaolin Temple is famous for its martial arts, but it has gradually forgotten that this is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism. As for the sound of the bell, one must strike the bell after a day of being a monk." The old monk's expression was still calm, but there was a trace of it in his tone. A touch of sadness.

"Old monk, I don't care who you are. I'm just telling you a little bit about this place, you can't control it." Marshall Wang Senran said.

"But I must take care of it. If you two dare to use this kind of power that shouldn't be used in the Shaoshi Mountain area again, then I, as the last Zen sect of Shaolin Temple, will naturally have to do something." The old monk said lightly. . "It is true that you two are people with profound skills, but in Shaoshi Mountain, it is better to be smart. Not to mention that this is the ancestral garden of Zen Buddhism, and this pagoda forest is the burial place of eminent monks of all ages. Do anything here It's really inappropriate to compete with each other. You'd better leave."

"Hey, this is the first time I have been taught by a monk." King Marshall said indifferently, "What if I must use the power of magic here?"

"You won't. Because you have already hesitated in your heart. The bell just now must have made you see many things clearly. It is extremely unwise to be an enemy of Shaolin Zen in Shaoshi Mountain. Although our lineage Down and out, but still true Zen." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Another bell sounded from the foot of the mountain, floating melodiously in the mountains and forests.But when it reached the ears of Fan Jiannan and King Marshall, it was like Huang Zhong Dalu, and there was no end to it.He forced the two of them to take another step away from each other.Fan Jiannan's face changed slightly, and King Marshall's face was as cold as a monolith. "Okay, Shaolin Zen Sect, I will respect you today. Fan Jiannan, our account will be settled later!" King Marshall shouted. "Don't think it's over like this, you won't have such good luck next time."

Fan Jiannan sighed and said, "Don't talk big, with the state of your mana consumption just now, you can only hold on for another two hours at most. And it is impossible for you to last for two hours, and you will stop. Unless you want to In front of me, I exhausted myself."

King Marshall snorted coldly when Fan Jiannan broke his mind, and walked away.

"You should go too." The old monk glanced at Fan Jiannan.

"Are you really Zen?" Fan Jiannan frowned.

The old monk was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Since Master helped me just now, can I ask a question?" Fan Jiannan said with twinkling eyes.

"No. Directly point to people's hearts and become a Buddha by seeing one's nature. I can't give you the answer to the question you asked. Because the answer is in your chest." The old monk lowered his head and left Tallinn step by step.

Feng Yuan looked at his back and whispered, "Is he also a magician?"

Fan Jiannan nodded and said, "It seems that I underestimated this place. I thought that this thousand-year-old temple has long been lost in this era. Buddhist classics have been abandoned, and only trails like martial arts and boxing are left. Unexpectedly, there is such a Zen practitioners, inheriting the inheritance of Bodhidharma and the Sixth Patriarch Huineng's technique. It really is a great hermit living in the city."

Feng Yuan whispered, "Is he very powerful? Why do I feel that he has some similarities with the little living Buddha we met in LS. It doesn't mean the appearance, but the temperament and charm. I think King Marshall seems to have some similarities. fear him."

Fan Jiannan nodded and said, "The heart-to-heart communication of Zen is also a kind of Tantric Buddhism. However, their branch of art and Confucianism blend with each other. It is closer to China's local culture. But its essence is Unchanged. Therefore, after cultivating to the extreme, it will naturally be the same as that little living Buddha. Naturally, there will be a kind of transcendent and refined Buddha-nature and Buddha-mind. This is from the inside to the outside, and ordinary people can't pretend to be like it, and they can't learn it."

"What did you want to ask him just now?" Feng Yuan asked curiously. "Why did he say the answer is in your chest?"

Fan Jiannan sighed and said, "Shaolin Zen has lived here for many generations, of course I want to ask him about the orifice of Songshan Mountain. As for his answer..." Fan Jiannan smiled wryly, and took out the one from his chest pocket. jade talisman. "I think he meant this."

Feng Yuan was surprised, "So they really know?"

"Not necessarily. Although Shaolin Zen has existed for thousands of years, the time of the Five Sacred Maps dates back to ancient times." Fan Jiannan sighed, "And the most important point, if he knew, he might not be so calm anymore."

(End of this chapter)